Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.